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Warning: G!P Quinn.
CHAPTER 5
Quinn was sitting inside one of the empty offices in the gallery, going through her old pictures and some of her more recent works that she could use for the exhibit, taking place the week after; the desire to grab her favorite camera and take pictures still didn't come without the pain from her past memories, where she used to do it daily and loved her job. A job that did cost her a family and the agency she had so much worked for. Sighing to herself, she grabbed the stack of pictures and threw them to the floor unable to sort through them without being swallowed by the sadness. Maybe she wasn't ready to do this. Maybe she should have just talked to Sugar and find a way out before it was too late for them to find a replacement.
"Mrs. Fabray?" A knock on the doorframe startled the blonde, making her turn around and bump her knees on the coffee table by the couch, throwing a small vase to the floor and watching it crash on the carpet.
"Damn it." Quinn mumbled to herself and dropped on her knees, reaching out for the broken pieces when another hand joined hers, catching the remaining pieces. "Ouch. It's not my day." The photographer inspected her palm, seeing a small drop of blood trickling down toward her wrist.
"Here, let me clean it for you." The same soft voice broke the girl out of her short lived daze, her hazel eyes settled on the person talking and finally took notice of a young brunette crouching down in front of her. Gentle fingers grabbed on her wrist, turning it slowly so that the blood wouldn't drop on the carpet before a silk handkerchief was pressed against the fresh cut, effectively stopping the blood from running out.
"It's going to get ruined now, it's not worth it." The blonde tried to pull herself out from that grip before the fabric was too ruined, but the other girl didn't seem to bulge or let it go. "Thank you-" Quinn stopped mid track, not knowing the brunette's name that was sitting across from her.
"Marley. Marley Rose." The brunette looked up and smiled gently, her blue eyes casting down to her injured palm where she was still putting pressure on. "It should be fine, but maybe you should run it under water." Her fingers trailed down the back of Quinn's hand, tying the handkerchief's ends together so it was still pressed on the cut like a band-aid.
"I'll wash it and return it to you, it's a shame you ruined for me." The blonde sat the broken pieces on the coffee table and stood back on her feet, hands out to help the brunette off the floor and finally standing in front of her. "Forgive my manners, I am Quinn Fabray." She shook the girl's hand with her not injured one and smiled at the soft blush creeping over the young girl's face, chuckling to herself for still having that effect on girls. "How can I help you?"
"Mrs. Fabray, I was assigned to be your personal assistant for the whole length of the exhibit, so feel free to contact me for anything you might need." Marley stood in front of the desk, playing with her fingers as she stared at one of her idols from her teenage years. "I know I am young, but I can assure you that I've been following your work since I was 16 and I majored in art directing with a minor in photography."
"Marley, slow down." Quinn chuckled and grabbed the pictures from the floor, handing them to the girl. "First of all, no Mrs. Fabray or I'll feel older than I already am, it's Quinn. Secondly, I don't doubt your education or your skills for the job, if they selected you then I have nothing to question." The blonde walked around the table and spread the photos all over the desk in front of the brunette, looking up at her she sent her an encouraging smile and nodded toward them. "So, your first job is to help me choosing what pictures I should pick for the exhibit, since you know my work I think it's gonna be a challenge for the two of us. Show me what you got."
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Kisses trailed up the valley between her breasts, gently lapping at the sweat droplets covering her skin as she fought to get her breath under control; a warm body pressed down on her front, breasts pushed together as Quinn settled on top of her, between her still parted legs; Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her girlfriend's –yes girlfriend – disheveled hair and moist lips, still covered in her own essence. The singer reached forward and brushed her thumb over her jutting out bottom lip, wiping the extra wetness before cupping the side of her face in her palm; the photographer nuzzled it with the tip of her nose and rested comfortably on top of her, hands resting at her sides under her breasts.
"Tell me a secret" Quinn's words were whispered against her palm, but despite the low volume of her voice, the starlet heard her perfectly and caught the need In her lover's voice, whose eyes bore holes into her soul. Palms laced over her chest, before a chin settled on them to look up into her own chocolate eyes and maintaining their gaze, not wanting to miss anything they reflected.
"When I met you, you scared me and interested me at the same time; I tried to fight my desire to get closer to you and then I told myself that if we had kept it to sex, nothing would could possibly go wrong." Rachel chuckled softly and trailed her forefinger along the tip of the blonde's nose, who silently waited for her to finish. "But I was fooling myself because I kept coming back not only for your amazing skills in bed, but mostly for how you made me feel." Her fingertip was gently nibbled on by soft lips and for a moment she lost the train of her thoughts. "I think, well actually, I am quite sure to have fallen in love with you Lucy Quinn Fabray and that scares me because-" Lips dropped on hers, kissing her words away as strong arms cradled her head, holding it softly.
"I love you too, Rachel." The photographer pulled back to look down into her girlfriend's eyes, who were slightly moist with unshed tears but presumably, the happy one kind. Rolling them on their sides, her arm slipped behind the brunette's back to tug her front against hers and just brush their lips together, for another tender kiss. "I could spend the rest of my life like this, just kissing you." She hushed against Rachel's soft lips, dropping short but full pecks that sealed each word she spoke.
"Who says we can't do that?" The singer's arms sneaked around her head, fingers tangled in her short and messy hair as their legs entwined under the quilt that had kept them warm during the whole passionate night. "I can't see a better way to spend the rest of my life, if not in your arms." She whispered even softer, tilting her head upwards toward the blonde who nodded and just connected their mouths together for a series of loving kisses.
Naked bodies pressed together in a loving embrace, rolling back and forth on the mattress to take charge or find more comfortable positions, that allowed to keep their embrace intact and connect on even more intimate levels. When Quinn entered her, for the third time in the night, Rachel felt something had changed between them. Maybe it was the way the blonde kept on searching for eyes, never breaking the stare contest as their hips rolled back and forth in a slower pace. Maybe it was how she kept on whispering those three words against her mouth, thrusting into her with a love and passion she didn't know she possessed.
"God I love you, Quinn." Rachel's fingers dug into the blonde's muscular back, clinging to it for dear life as a soft thumb pressed down on her clit, circling and massaging thoroughly while Quinn moved inside of her, at a quicker pace. Her legs crossed at the ankles under the photographer's butt, pulling her in whenever she slipped her cock out and trapping her against her already shivering frame.
"I love you too…" Quinn whispered against her lips, bucking her hips forward for one last hard thrust that sent them both in the outer space; she could feel wet walls clinging around her spasming dick, milking it with a familiar warmth as she spilled her own release in the hot channel. Her thumb kept on putting pressure on the small bundle of nerves, rubbing it sideways as their lower bodies moved against each other, riding their shared orgasm out till the very last drop.
"Stay inside…" The brunette's words sounded more like a plea than a request, something the blonde couldn't ignore and happily followed, feeling the slickness of their joined release wrap her softening member in a warm embrace. The photographer rolled them carefully on their sides, not wanting to crush the smaller brunette, whose head was tucked against the crook of her neck.
"I am not going anywhere baby." The blonde's lips pressed against her temple, with the intention of keeping them there for the rest of their night as her arms circled the back of her head and hips, holding her lover against her front. The quilt was long forgotten at their feet, but she was pretty sure their overheated skins would provide enough warmth throughout the night as long as they stayed wrapped in each other's arms.
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"Mommy, when is your exhibit going to be ready?" Harmony took a bite of her cheeseburger and chewed happily on it. Nothing beat real meat and time with her blonde mother. "I told my friends you were going to have a gallery full of your pictures and they didn't believe me, I wanted to show them." She nodded to herself and reached forward to grab a napkin, to wipe the ketchup from around her mouth.
"Sweetie, it's not just my exhibit but it should open next week and you are the first name on my VIP list." Quinn winked at her daughter and reached in the girl's plate to steal a couple of fries, while she had her hands full with her burger. "I love fries, even better when they are someone else's." She laughed and barely avoided the small hand smacking her own, minding of the small cut on her palm.
"You are not allowed to steal the fries from my plate, you had plenty!" Harmony placed a protective arm around her plate and stuck her tongue out at the blonde who chuckled and went to ruffle her hair, when the doorbell rang. "Is it already time for Mom to pick me?" The brunette looked at the clock on the wall and she was right about it not being time yet.
"I'll get the door, you finish eating your fries and veggies Miss Fabray-Berry." The blonde wiped her hand on a napkin and walked toward the main door, surprised not to find her ex standing on the other side ready to pick their daughter. "Marley? What are you doing here?" The photographer stepped aside to let the young brunette walk inside, carrying a small folder in her arms. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Oh no, don't worry about it. I promise it's going to be a quick visit." The brunette opened the folder and balanced it on her palms, before looking up at the other woman who was approaching her. "Miss Motta gave me the final outlying of the gallery's space for your photographs and I already worked on the better way to organize them on the wall, but I wanted to run it with you in case you wanted to make few adjustments."
"Of course, let's see." Quinn peered down into the folder from over the girl's shoulder and couldn't help but get temporary taken aback by the brunette's sweet perfume and her closeness. Working with Marley had been pleasant and refreshing, since she had quitted her job she had never been able to focus on photography without that lingering ache in her chest, but the young girl had reminded her of how good she used to be.
"So I was thinking to start with your most popular photography and then make a sort of timeline of your works or maybe we can sort them by importance to you?" Marley tilted her head toward the older woman, not realizing how close their faces were and how deep those hazel eyes could be.
"Let's go with the first one" Quinn nodded staring back at her, she could almost feel the girl's breath on her lips and her hands tingled to rest on her slender waist to hold onto, but she couldn't. She didn't want to mess a good work relationship with a girl she barely knew, even if in the past that had never been a problem with her.
"Mommy! Who was it?" Harmony chose that moment to walk into the living room, snapping the older women back to reality and jump apart, looking guilty and confused about what might have happened. The brunette kid walked to her mother's side and looked up at the unknown brunette, resting hands on her hips and raising her brows in a perfect Fabray/Berry style. "Who are you?"
"Harmony, where are your manners?" Quinn nudged her daughter with her hand, looking sternly at her before silently apologizing to her assistant who, instead, wore a soft smile at the sight of the mini-Fabray girl. "I apologize for her, sometimes she can be a little spoiled brat." The photographer rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"It's not really a problem Quinn. Hi, my name is Marley and I work with your mom." The younger woman crouched down and extended her hand for the small brunette, who shook it gently before stepping back and bump into her mother behind her. "You are an adorable version of your mother." Marley chuckled and looked at the blonde, who was scoffing and lightly pouting.
"Why, aren't I adorable too?" Quinn raised an eyebrow and stared at her assistant, who blushed lightly and grabbed her folder to avoid answering that question. "Are you sure you don't want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" The blonde's smirk turned in a gentle smile as she squeezed her daughter's shoulders lightly, making sure to keep their physical contact.
"I should get going, since we figured everything out." The brunette slipped the folder in her bag and walked toward the door, sending one last smile to the brunette kid who was staring at her with curiosity. "It was a pleasure to meet you Harmony, I hope to see you at your mom's exhibit next Friday."
"I would never miss it and neither is my Mom." Harmony smiled widely and slipped out of Quinn's grasp, running back into her room to play with her dolls, as she usually did after dinner. The photographer shook her head and walked her assistant to the door, opening it for her as they stood in front of each other.
"Please forgive her manners, I promise she is usually more polite than that." Quinn looked toward the girl's room, making a mental note to herself to have few words with the brunette about politeness. "You shouldn't have interrupted your plans to come here, a call would have been good as well." The blonde leaned against the doorway and watched the brunette fidget with the button of her coat.
"I really didn't have plans and it wasn't a bother, don't worry." Marley smiled at the photographer and nodded toward the hallways. "Well, I better should go and work on those outlines. I'll see you tomorrow at the gallery Quinn, have a good rest of the night." With that said, the brunette turned on her heels and walked down the hallways toward the staircase disappearing around the corner.
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It was the night of the inauguration and Quinn was sweating cold sweat from the anxiety. It had been too long since people had looked at her photographs and she didn't feel as cocky as she used to be, when she was a younger and less expert photographer making a name out there in the business. Her fingers held onto the champagne glass, probably strangling it to death had it been alive, so when a hand rested on her shoulder she almost jumped out of her skin since she was lost in her thoughts.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Marley grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the front of her jacket, wiping the excess of champagne off the soaked fabric; she sighed in relief when she saw no stain left on its front, although she was still dubious about having a job by the end of the night if she kept on messing it up for the blonde.
"It's okay, really. I wasn't really there with my mind." Quinn took her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from her chest, not wanting to give into the effect of being touched there even if for totally different purposes. "You really did a great job with the pictures display, I could haven't done it better." The photographer turned to stare at her own area of the exhibit, forgetting she was still holding on the brunette's hand.
"Mommy!" A squealing voice came from behind the pairing before a smaller body crashed into Quinn's back, holding on her waist with a surprising strength. "We came straight here to see your pictures" Harmony looked up into her mother's smiling face, who pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before turning toward the young assistant, standing beside them. "Hi Marley!"
"Hi Harmony, you look so pretty tonight." The brunette's blue eyes switched between the child and her mother, who winked at her and kept on watching their interaction. "Want me to give you a tour? Or maybe get you something to eat? There's a nice buffet and plenty of drinks." The assistant held her hand out for the brunette to take and with one encouraging smile from the photographer, the pairing walked to the buffet area in the middle of the gallery.
"Hello Quinn." Rachel walked toward her ex and took a moment to appreciate the way she was dressed, damn she cleaned up nice. Forgone were the leather jackets or ripped jeans, replaced by black pants, a white button up shirt and a black blazer that accentuated her feminine and slender frame. "The exhibit is very nice, I took a look at some of the other artists' works and I was really stunned." The brunette fidgeted with the straps of her clutch, looking around awkwardly because she had run out of topics to talk about.
"Well, want to check my own pictures?" Quinn pointed to the walls around her and stepped aside to let the singer get a closer look. "Feel free to criticize and express your honest opinions, no hard feelings." The photographer chuckled and stared at her ex-wife's back, as she took her time in admiring her works. Truth been told, she was quite scared of what Rachel thought; her opinion still mattered to her, more than she hoped for; sighing to herself, she kept her eyes on the woman's serious face, following her around the room until she stopped in front of a black and white picture that took most part of the wall.
"I had forgotten about this picture, it was from…from when I was carrying Harmony." Rachel whispered as her hand reached out, almost to touch her own face that was tilted down to stare at her rounded tummy where her hands were clasped together. "I thought it was a fashion dedicated exhibit." The singer stared at the silent blonde over her shoulder, holding onto her purse with a tighter grip.
"Every artist had the liberty to choose a piece that represented the source of their inspiration and I couldn't not choose you two." Quinn walked up toward the shorter woman, whose heels almost compensated the height difference between them. "Hadn't it been for you, I would have never gotten where I did and Harmony…well Harmony became the best thing in my life, since the first moment we knew she was going to join us in this world." The photographer looked into her ex's eyes and almost reached out to wipe the silent tear escaping from her broken eyes. It was so tempting and Rachel was right there, reminding her of a life she missed more than everything else. More than her own family. More than her job.
"Q-bear!" Strong arms wrapped around the photographer from behind, lifting her off her feet and twirled her around as easy as a rag doll. Brittany set her back down on the ground and hugged her fiercely, pressing a wet kiss on her cheek before waving enthusiastically to the Broadway star standing behind them. "I am so happy you started taking pictures again, will you do my photoshoot now?"
"Britt we talked about this already, do not pressure her." Santana rubbed her girlfriend's back gently and stepped forward to pull her best friend in a quick hug; her eyes found Rachel's ones and the softness in her glare evanished quickly, being replaced by hardness and hatred for the brunette. "Berry." She nodded shortly toward the shorter woman, before focusing again on her friend who was directing Brittany toward the buffet area. "It was damn time you got back on your feet Q. Let me tell you, the other artists got nothing on you, it's shit compared to your work."
"Always so crass, Santana." Rachel shook her head and walked past the blonde, seeing their daughter walk back to them with a plate full of food that mostly consisted of chips and salty snacks. "Baby girl, that's not healthy." The starlet crouched down to take a closer look but the child was adamant not to give up on her precious possession. "Let's go find something else to eat, maybe some veggies."
"But mom! I already eat plenty of veggies at home, mommy would make me eat this." She turned her puppy dog eyes toward the blonde photographer, who shook her head amused and walked to her whining daughter. "It's your night, we should all celebrate and veggies are not celebration food." Harmony held the plate out for Quinn to take some food as well and then turned toward her Aunt, who smirked proudly and sent her an affirmative wink.
"C'mon Rach, just for tonight." Quinn scooped some chips and ate a big mouthful, without caring about the persons who were roaming around to check her works out. "From tomorrow, back to veggie and all that fake meat stuff you love so much." She chuckled and sent her ex a playful smirk, earning an eye-roll and a short nod. "Go ahead and sit on that chair baby, you can eat those and then your Aunt Santana will help you choosing some other food, that is not veggie or chips." The photographer sent her best friend a quick glance and then moved to entertain a couple of critics that were heading her way.
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